Futures Past 10: Tchaikovsky Unbound


None of these characters belong to me, and like so many 
worthy people before me, I'm only borrowing them for a short 
while. All characters referred to herein belong to CC, or 1013, 
or Fox, or Rysher, or Paramount, whoever owns the rights to them.

Author's Notes

Whoeee... My first PWP! Remember the bathroom scene near the 
beginning of From the Ashes? Well, that wasn't all he wrote, 
folks. I originally had this piece in there too. But, after a bit 
of internal debate, I decided to cut it out. It didn't really fit 
in with the rest of that story. Besides which, it didn't make 
much sense to saddle that entire monsterpiece with an R rating 
just because of this part. I'm still working on the next 
installment of Futures Past, so hopefully this will tide y'all 
over till then.

So enjoy, people. This and all my previous stories are also 
on my website at http://www.bigfoot.com/~unmai, and will 
eventually be at gossamer as well. As always, feedback is 
welcomed and most definitely appreciated. My address is 


Futures Past 10:
Tchaikovsky Unbound
by Arvy 

Dana Scully's Apartment
Saturday, June 13, 1998
9:21 AM

Unlike the popular bath sponges, traditional soap bars 
generally do not lend themselves to grappling too well, a fact 
amply proven as the bar of lilac-scented soap smoothly slipped 
out of their clasped hands, sailing over their heads to land 
neatly in the sink on the other side of the bathroom.

Two pairs of eyes, one hazel, one azure, followed the 
trajectory, then turned to face each other. "Don't look at me," 
the woman responded, glaring slightly at her companion. "This 
time it was definitely *your* fault." Of course, the implied 
gruffness in her voice was belied by the fact that her hands were 
still clasped with his, fingers intertwined, then moving across 
his arms, up to his shoulders. She leaned forward, the water in 
the tub sloshing ever so slightly at the movement. Her body slid 
against his, the soapiness causing a smooth slickness as she 
moved up to meet his lips.

He in turn smiled into the kiss, his voice muffled slightly 
as he replied, "Does that mean you want me to get up and get it 

"Mmm... Shut up and kiss me, Mulder." She deepened the kiss. 
"We were done with it anyway. You can get it later." She nestled 
her body into his, savoring the feel of him underneath her. Their 
lips continued their intimate dance as their hands explored each 
other, reminding themselves of sensations left inexperienced for 
far too long.

This was the first time they'd had a chance to be intimate 
in almost two weeks. The sequence of events set in motion with 
the burning of their office and culminating with their escape 
from the consortium base in Peru had conspired to prevent them 
from getting time to themselves for a while. Days spent attending 
OPR reviews, hearings, and testimonies about their actions had 
left the couple drained, too tired for the kind of physical 
intimacy they desired. Most nights, when they did manage to be 
together, both had to content themselves with simply sleeping 
with each other, literally. But now that the final hearings were 
over, they had the weekend to themselves before the verdict was 
handed down on Monday.

And both had made an unspoken agreement not to worry about 
their impending fate for the entire weekend, concentrating 
instead on each other, trying to bridge the chasm that had been 
unnecessarily created by a series of misunderstandings, 
miscommunication, and simple stubborn pride. This was the final 
step that remained in the healing process, one which the agents 
were determined to see through with their usual determination.

Not to mention the fact that the sight of each other covered 
with nothing more than filmy soap bubbles sent shivers of 
anticipation coursing through their respective bodies. Shivers 
that inevitably led to infinitely more interesting, and erotic, 

Scully moved up slightly, the roughness as their bodies 
rubbed against each other eliciting gasps that escaped through 
their still locked lips. With a relaxed sigh, she ended the kiss, 
needing to breathe even if Mulder didn't. Still smiling at him, 
she moved up a little, her hands on his shoulders to balance 
herself. The water slapped gently against her back as she settled 
back down on him, feeling him enter her ever so slowly, inch by 
agonizing inch.

"Aaahhhh!" The water just teased the ends of her hair as she 
threw her head back, water spraying every which way, her back 
arching in pleasure. She felt a warm fullness permeating her as 
she began a gentle rhythm, rocking against him in time with his 
thrusts. Her hands on his shoulders gripped harder as she 
involuntarily spasmed around him. Her eyes shut tight, she felt 
Mulder bury his mouth in the valley between her breasts, licking, 
kneading them, sucking on them to heighten her pleasure, 
eliciting a sharp intake of breath from her at the tendrils of 
shock that raced through her body.

"Ohhh!!! god!!!" She was close. So close... so very... Her 
eyes snapped open at the hated sound. Water splashing. Over the 
side of the tub. Her head jerked to the side as she uttered a 
curse, "Damn. I knew this was a bad idea."

Dazed, Mulder barely managed a hoarse, "What!?"

Still joined, she felt him twitch inside her, causing her to 
jump with pleasure. 'Control, gotta have control,' she reminded 
herself, even as part of her screamed at her to forget it and 
continue what they'd been doing.

By now, Mulder had come down from the high, his eyes clear 
as he asked, "You wanna take this to the bedroom?" He thrust once 
again, causing a shudder to run through her body. He smiled at 
the response, then shuddered himself when he felt her squeeze 

"God, I hate to do this, but yeah, if you don't mind 
stopping. I just cleaned..."

"Who said anything about stopping?" There was a definite 
twinkle in his eyes as they danced with mischief. At his 
partner's questioning gaze, he simply replied, "Hang on tight, 
Scully." He put his arms around her waist as she sat against him. 
Without warning, he raised himself, and her, about a half a foot 
from the floor of the tub, earning a shriek of surprise from her. 
She hugged him all the more tightly, not that he was complaining 
in the least. Grinning, he raised them higher, the water sluicing 
off their bodies as they rose above it.

Scully had her arms around his back, holding him in a death 
grip. Her body lay on top of his, her legs wrapped tight around 
his hips. "Mulder, what...," she squeaked. "What are you doing?"

"Just relax, Scully. Trust me." He rotated his body, moving 
head first towards the bathroom door, his hand hooking a towel as 
he passed by, water dripping as they floated across the floor.

It took her a couple of breaths to calm down and relax 
enough to enjoy the ride. They'd never done this before, for the 
simple reason that she hated to fly. And although, with him, she 
felt safe, she was grateful he'd decided to try this little stunt 
indoors rather than outside. Realizing that they were still 
joined, she tightened her muscles around him, causing him to dip 
slightly towards the floor. She grinned at his shocked reaction, 
moving to kiss him softly.

"Careful, Scully. You don't want me to drop you, do you?" he 
managed hoarsely. He used the towel to give both of them a brief 
rub down, tossing it aside as he reached up to open the door. 
They sailed into the bedroom to be greeted by the blast of 
classical music from the stereo they'd left on outside. Mulder 
maneuvered them towards the bed, moving up over it and gently 
lowering them onto the bedspread.

Scully let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been 
holding, sitting up to gaze down at Mulder. "If you ever do that 
again, Mulder, I'll shoot you," she snapped in a no-nonsense 
voice. But it held just enough of a smile in it to let him know 
she was joking.

He smiled up at her. "I'll be sure to warn you next time. 
Meanwhile, wasn't there something we were doing..." It was his 
turn to gasp as she started rocking again, moving up and down 
over him. "Oh, god, yeah, Scully!" His hands moved to grasp her 
waist, then flipped them over so she lay underneath him. He 
closed his hands over hers, moving them up over her head, pushing 
into her as she pulled him in, her legs wrapped tight around him. 
A solitary eyebrow rose as their moving bodies hit the remote, 
abruptly changing the stations on the stereo. His hands were 
reaching for the instrument when the lyrics of the song 
registered on both of them.

"Chasing dragons with plastic swords,
 Jack off Jimmy, everybody wants more.
 Scully and Angel on the kitchen floor,
 And I'm calling Buddy on the Ouija board..."

"Scully, I'm shocked. The kitchen floor?" he grinned at her. 
"And who the hell is Angel?"

"Don't knock it till you try it, G-man. But the only vampire 
I'm interested in right now is a certain cocky FBI Agent," she 
grinned back, then added with a mild rebuke, "Who, I might add, 
is thinking of vagaries when he should be concerned with more 
important things at the moment."

"So sorry, madame." Mulder shut off the stereo, then tossed 
the remote aside as he leaned in to capture her mouth again. They 
moved slowly, letting the passion build again as they neared 
completion. They were so close he could see the spark of lust 
shine in her eyes, desire commingled with love as she returned 
his gesture. Their lips devoured each other. He moved to the 
side, his mouth grazing her cheeks, her jaw, until he reached her 
ear. He gently suckled on it, then moved down yet again. His 
tongue ran over her neck, tracing its curve down to her shoulder, 
licking the spot that he knew would cause her to gasp with 

She didn't disappoint him, the sound music to his ears. His 
lips continued to caress the spot, even as he felt her hands move 
up to clutch his hair, pulling him closer, urging him forward. He 
didn't need to see her face to know that her eyes were closed 
tight, her teeth biting her lower lip as she gave herself over to 
the sensations their actions were evoking within them. He felt 
the heat under his mouth, could almost feel the flow of blood as 
it raced past just under the skin. If he concentrated, he could 
almost convince himself that he could see the faint pulse 
thudding against the inner surface of her skin.

He didn't even notice the fangs drop from their sheath as 
his tongue caressed the spot. Millennia of evolution evoked an 
instinct so deeply buried, he hadn't even been aware of its 
existence. Suddenly, without warning, his teeth sank into the 
flesh, the warm blood gushing out of the tiny puncture marks like 
a geyser. He suckled on the luscious liquid as it flowed, his 
mind instantly remembering the last time they'd done this. Then, 
it had been sensual, but not erotic. Then, they had been running 
for their lives from the consortium. Now, they were free to 
explore the sensations that emerged.

He felt her moan, the sound echoed in her life blood, her 
love flowing into him, surrounding him in all its glory. With 
each drink, he felt more of her, urging him on. His entire being 
suffused with her essence, he pushed deeper into her, harder, 
leading them both towards the inevitable.

She felt the sharp sting for but a moment before her senses 
were flooded with him. Everything that was him flowed into her, 
evoking a throaty moan as she tried to pull him deeper into her. 
Her eyes were shut tight, her teeth scoring her lip as she met 
him, thrust for thrust, even as she felt her blood flowing into 
him. Her body was afire, each nerve melding with his as she gave 
herself over to him, as she accepted him into her.

The rhythm of their movements escalated, going from sedate 
and loving to passionate and furious. Both felt the approaching 
climax, even as she felt herself on the edge of consciousness, 
even as he felt the flow of blood thinning beneath his lips. When 
it came, it hit them with the force of a hurricane, pushing them 
both over the edge into oblivious bliss as they thrust one final 
time, each shuddering with pleasure, with relief as they rode the 
waves of ecstasy, their joined blood feeding each one's joy and 
love to the other.

Mulder finally felt her stilling beneath him, the flow of 
blood slowing to a trickle as her movements died down. He felt 
her quiet shudders stop as she lay still. Himself succumbing to 
the heady sensation of satiation, he rolled off her, nestling 
into the crook of her neck as he fell asleep. He wasn't awake to 
notice the small gasp at his partner's sharp intake of breath a 
few minutes later before it evened out into a steady rhythm.


2:13 PM

The movement roused her from her sleep. She tried to stay 
under a few more minutes, but couldn't. She rolled over in her 
bed, her hand reaching out to find the comforting form of her 
partner. She frowned, her hand searching the empty bed.

Her eyes blinked open, her body coming fully awake to the 
sounds of someone in the bathroom getting hurriedly dressed. 
Slowly, the memory of what they'd done started asserting itself. 
She should have expected this reaction, she supposed. Still she 
couldn't help the small sigh that escaped her lips.

She moved into a sitting position against the back of her 
bed, her fingers rising to brush against the hollow of her 
throat. Silly, she knew. Any marks would have long since healed 
themselves, but she could still remember the sharp sting before 
she... before they had become lost in each other. The memories 
caused an exhilarating warmth to spread through her body. She 
closed her eyes as she allowed a small gasp to escape her lips.

She didn't have long to wait before the subject of her 
thoughts hurriedly rushed out of the bathroom, fully dressed. He 
stopped short when he realized she was awake.


The squeak almost caused her to break out into a chuckle, 
one which she quickly hid. It simply wouldn't convey the 
impression she was trying to get across. Instead, she said, 
"Mulder? Could you get me some Gatorade. I have some in the 
fridge, and I'm kinda thirsty."

The guilty expression on his face deepened as he realized 
exactly why she might be thirsty. He nodded silently, rushing 
into the kitchen to get the drink.

Behind him, the woman on the bed tried to think of a way to 
talk her partner past his ever-present guilt complex.

It turned out she needn't have worried. He returned with a 
cold bottle of classic orange and handed it to her, seating 
himself on the bed beside her. Before she could drink so much as 
one gulp, he began. She silently drank as he talked.

"I'm so sorry, Scully. I'm so... so very... very sorry. I 
don't know what came over me. I mean... I don't... I never... I 
didn't think it... that... would happen. I mean, how could I 
know, right?"

"I know," Scully whispered softly in between gulps.

"I mean...," Mulder continued, not even paying any attention 
to her words in the midst of his guilt induced rant. "I killed 
you, Scully," the words came out in a miserable whisper. "I 
drained your blood. I killed you. And I couldn't help myself. I'm 
so sorry, Scully."

"I know," she repeated in the same soft tone.

"I... I think I'd better leave. I don't think... I mean I'd 
understand if... Oh god," he almost sobbed out, "I never expected 

"I did."

"Neither of us did, I..." He paused. His eyes, which had 
been looking in every possible direction except directly at her 
face, now froze before zooming in right at her. "You what!?"

"I said, I was expecting it."

"You were?"

This time it was definitely a squeak, although he 
immediately corrected that impression. His next words came out 
with considerably more force.

"YOU WERE!!??"

"God, Mulder. A little louder? I don't think they heard you 
on the moon." She sighed. "Yes, I said I was expecting it. Why do 
you think I stocked up on the Gatorade?" she asked, holding up 
the bottle to demonstrate.

"What the hell are you talking about? How could you have 

"Do you remember the first time that happened? At the 
facility in Peru?"

He nodded mutely, his jaw still slack at her admission.

"I talked to Natalie when we got back. I wanted to know 
about any side effects of that impromptu meal of yours." She 
sighed again, looking down at the sports drink she held clutched 
in her lap. "Nat was concerned, of course. She had been trying to 
wean Nick of the habit, but she said it was so ingrained, not 
entirely unexpected after almost 800 years. Since we figured that 
vampires don't really need blood to survive, we decided that the 
whole blood lust concept must be something instinctual. And once 
a vampire tastes blood, the combination of his saliva and the 
victim's...," she paused at his stricken look. "Sorry," she 
amended hastily, "the blood donor's heme acts like a narcotic."

"What are you saying? That I'm addicted to blood? How do I 
stop it?"

"We were hoping it wouldn't come to this. That the time in 
Peru was a one time thing. I guess we were wrong."

"Scully...," he cut in warningly. "How..."

"Well, near as we could figure it, the lust seems to lessen 
if you're not so hungry. And seeing as how we skipped breakfast 
today in favor of more worthwhile pursuits...," she trailed off, 
a decidedly wicked smirk on her face, earning a delightful blush 
from her partner as both recalled exactly how worthwhile their 
morning pursuits had been.

"You're not mad, Scully? I hurt you. I killed..."

"Mulder," she cut him off sharply. "Do I look dead to you?" 
At the slight shake of his head, she added more softly, "Good. I 
love you." She leaned forward, placing the drink on the 
nightstand. She raised her fingers to brush his cheek as she 
lightly kissed his lips. "And I forgive you, especially since I 
was half expecting something like this. I guess it would have had 
to happen sooner or later." Seeing his expression soften a little 
in relief, she quickly added, "Of course, that doesn't mean 
you're completely off the hook, you know."

The stricken look immediately took residence on his face 
again, coupled with an extra dose of guilt.

Her hand wandered away, moving down his body to brush across 
his thighs. She slowly stroked him through his jeans, eliciting a 
sudden gasp from him. "There's still the small matter of 
restitution for damages..."

"Damages?" Mulder managed weakly.

"Yes, Mulder. You did drain me, after all. A girl needs huge 
amounts of tender, loving care after an ordeal like that," she 
said innocently. "And since we can't... well, you know... on our 
currently empty stomachs, I want you to get your butt into the 
kitchen and make us some pancakes first, while I go wash up." She 
pulled back, moving to slide her legs out the other side of the 
bed, leaving a shocked Mulder sitting behind her. "Your banana 
pancakes, Mulder," she added over her shoulder as she padded to 
the bathroom, gloriously naked. "You know how much I love those."

"Okay, Scully. Whatever you say," he hastily replied, trying 
not to stare too much at the weaving buttocks as they passed by 
him. "Wouldn't want this to happen again now, would we?" he 
muttered under his breath.

He thought he'd said that to himself, but he was proven 
wrong when she replied, "Oh, I don't know, Mulder. I thought that 
was some pretty killer sex. Didn't you?"

The pillow just missed her head as she ducked into the 
bathroom. The sound of her laughter followed Mulder out into the 

The End
Futures Past 10:
Tchaikovsky Unbound
by Arvy 


End Notes

Okay, now I've never written anything this explicit before, 
and it was something of an experiment for me. I wanted to see how 
far I could push it, and I must admit I chickened out pretty 
early, compared to some of the stuff I've read. But... I'm pretty 
satisfied. I'm still not sure I could ever write anything that 
needed an NC-17 rating, but hey, it's the thought that counts, 
right? Or something along those lines anyway.

Meanwhile, the song is "A Change Would Do You Good" by 
Sheryl Crow. Anyone notice the small reference to Buffy? The 
title for the story is from the song that was playing on the 
radio before the duo's antics changed the stations on the remote.

Anyway, hope you liked this jaunt into the raunch ;) Enough 
to send feedback anyway. The address is unmai@bigfoot.com. 

Futures Past Chronology:

01 - The Awakening                 (Oct 1997)
02 - The Light of Day              (Jan 1998)
03 - My Funny Valentine            (Feb 1998)
04 - Crossover                     (Feb 1998)
05 - Flying Lessons                (Feb 1998)
06 - Hazel + Gold = Green          (Mar 1998)
07 - Phoenix                       (May 1998)
08 - Sweet Dreams Are Made Of This (Dec 2010, Sep 2374)
09 - From the Ashes                (Dec 1998, Mar 2371)
10 - Tchaikovsky Unbound           (Jun 1998)